Tuesday, March 30, 2010

In Like a Jerkand Out Like a Douche Bag

That's what I have to say about March. When people start saying: "Ah, it's almost over" about winter, in February, I scoff...audible (and they think I'm a prick). March is by far the worst month here in New England. It tends to piss sub-40° rain and damn near break the needle of the suck-o-meter. I hate it. Ya, it's getting to me, it's getting me down, and what's more, it's getting me wet and it's getting me angry. I am being pissed off and pissed on simultaneously.

These photos? They're not from today, or even this week...not even this month. They were in a folder from early February labeled "Jack London." I believe my intention was to compare my wussy commute in the snow to London's story "To Build a Fire." That never happened, I haven't taken any photos this week because I haven't ridden, because it's been deluging non-stop, so I'm posting these as a reminder of a kinder, more clement time...February.

Snow. I'll take snow over this icy liquid falling from the sky. Snow doesn't permeate your clothing and your very soul the way frigid rain does.

And snow makes such a nice crunching/squeaking sound when you ride over it, sort of like riding over hundreds of baby mice.

In the news: The OBR has connected me with a friend who has a spot for The Lumberjack 100. So unless some totally crazy-life-changing-crap happens, I will be hitting that race for the first time this year. Thanks Craig and thanks Angie (your check is in the mail) for the sweet hook up!

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I am a Blogger/Writer/Video-hack guy for hire. I write product reviews and other weirdness for BikeRumor. I cover races and do interviews for Cyclingdirt. I come over here to talk weird and curse a lot.